Okay, that last post was a little depressing. Or a lot depressing. Things are better now. Eleanor had a 103-104 temp for 3 days and let me tell you--it was rough. She wouldn't eat anything. Then she got a crazy rash. Then James got sick, so he couldn't help at all with the girls. BUT Eleanor is pretty much better. She's eating and the rash is going away.

And seriously, Eadie (I think this is the spelling we've decided on) is THE BEST baby ever. She is an angel. She is a good eater and hardly ever cries. And breastfeeding is much much easier this time around. Eleanor was such a piranha and I had 6 weeks of serious pain. Despite having a rough time last week, I never hit the level of "completely delirious."

I hit that point about a week and half after I had Eleanor. After getting up for what felt like the billionth time (which is no picnic post-c-section) one night to feed Eleanor (who cried every 45 minutes during the night) I looked at my sweetly sleeping husband and wanted to put the pillow over his face. I knew then that I needed to start running the following day or my husband wasn't going to make it.

It's going to kill me to go back to work in August. But I have 2 months to enjoy my girls. And luckily, I'll just go back to teach 3 classes.

Speaking of Eadie, I should properly introduce my new little lady. Edith Virginia was born on May 17th at 7:54am via c-section. She weighed 6 lbs 12 oz and was 19.75 inches long and had a ton of lovely dark hair. How I love that hair!

This one was planned and not after 22 hours of labor (i.e. Eleanor) and the recovery has been so much better. It was pretty dang nerve-racking pre-surgery, but James did relaxation stuff with me and I just focused on my breathing so I didn't FREAK OUT COMPLETELY. All in all, a much better experience. The hospital was so enjoyable. It was nice to just get to know my little Eadie. Since she was not at all planned and I was occupied with a busy toddler and working literally up until 36 hours before giving birth, it was like I had not grasped that there was a little person inside me. Hearing her cry for the 1st time was a very sweet experience. She was real. Not just 2 lines I did not expect to see on a birth control test.

Eleanor is adjusting reasonably well to a new person in the house. She will say "Hi, baby!" and then just ignore her. I can't believe I have two little girls.

 

Having kids 14 months apart is hard. Especially when one has a temp of 104 for 2 days and wont eat or drink anything (Eleanor) and the other has pink eye, jaundice, and funky breathing patterns (Edie). All the while, I have a UTI, am engorged, have a suspicious lump in my arm pit, the most heinous cold sore you have ever seen (it's consuming my chin now and my husband wont kiss me), and recovering from a c-section while my husband is so stressed and overwhelmed from work, I might as well be a single parent.

Does this sound like complaining? It should, because I am. This is hard. I am no Xena warrior princess mamma.